The end of college was bittersweet. After 4 years of partying without consequence, the get-togethers finally started to feel like going-away parties.
Shannon and I had gone to high school together, but hadn’t ever really met because of totally different friend groups. We stayed on the same co-ed dorm floor our freshman year and hit it off and had run in the same social circles ever since then. Everyone loved Shannon. She was involved in clubs, study groups, organized events. She was brilliant and everyone was just kinda drawn to her. It also helps that she’s drop dead gorgeous. Long, beach blonde hair, skinny, maybe 5’4” with a smile that takes up her entire face. She has one of those genuine laughs that makes you feel like you’ve known her your entire life. Shannon didn’t dress purposefully sexy all that often – could usually be seen in leggings and a tee shirt – but now and then when she went out, she’d really show off. She has a perky ass that was obviously built by squats. Her tits are almost big for her build, maybe just bigger than a C cup. She’s fit, with a toned stomach that deserved to be seen. Shannon was a huge flirt, even when she had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. She was always standing just close enough to make you nervous.
Tag: High School
In Real Life (One of Two) [MFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Online Chat] [Creampie]
It had been a long day, but I always liked coming home and getting online with my chat friends. It was always good to get things off my mind. It started over two months ago, I needed a social output, and I stumbled on a chat page that catered to local chat rooms. I took to it like a fish to water.
Within the next two months, I got so used to being online with the people I had met there that I stopped hanging out with my real friends. It was so much easier to get online and chat for hours on end with people I barely knew or met than talk to the people at work or who lived near me.
Tonight, was like just like any other. We talked about the going on in the world and flirted and told jokes.
‘Are you coming next week?’ a private message popped up.
It was from Kyle, or what he had said was his name. I didn’t know him other than his chat name and that he lived just over an hour from me. We talked purely online.
Best friend’s hot mom (Pt.1)
This took place during the summer I graduated high school. My friend was completing an apprenticeship for the first couple weeks of summer in the town nearby so he was away from homefor a while. We made plans to go dirt biking and drink beers when he came back. On the day of, I hopped on my bike and rode over to his place. His Mom is a real eastate agent and his house is in the rich neighborhood so it took me quite a while to get there. It was a typical summer day and it was scorching hot outside. I finally arrive a little bit into the start of the afternoon at the planned time and I rang his doorbell.
His mom opened the door. I’d gotten used to seeing this woman pretty often as every time I’d show up to hang out, she’d usually open the door. In my eyes, she was stunning. Not a model by any means, but had amazing features. She was Latina, so she had tan skin with dark brown eyes, and long brown hair which she highlighted with lighter shades of chestnut. She was in her late 30s/early 40s but her body was still phenomenal. Her tits sat perfectly on her chest, raised up by her bra. Her ass was also great. It was round and complimented her wide hips and thick thigh so well. She must have been an absolute bombshell in her 20s. I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I’ve never checked her out when she wasn’t looking.
My first sexual encounter (a blowjob) was at a party in front of a [group]
I’ll call myself Will for this story.
About 17 years ago when I was in high school and barely 18, I had an odd group of friends. The bulk of us were the weird anime kids who played in band. I liked anime but not like THEM. I became part of that group because I was on the swim team and another guy who I got along great (I’ll call him Bill) with kind of invited me to hang out with them. This group was about 8 women, 2 other guys, and me. The high ratio of women to men is because most guys avoided this group and went for BFS to bulk up and join the football team.
This was also a VERY small rural town that was super religious. The Fellowship of Christian Athletes was the largest group or clique at the school. I was not religious at all, so the venn diagram of my friend groups was super weird and complicated, and I’m sure a handful of them only hung out with me to convert me. Especially since I dealt with my intense awkwardness via drugs and alcohol.
A helpless woman and two men [M/M/F][forced]
A helpless girl and two guys
It was already getting late. The club got emptier with every minute. So, Kira and Maria decided to get out of the club too. Just outside a guy went up to them. “Hey guy´s I’m Lucas we went to High school together do you guy´s remember me?” “Yea of course you were the Guy who climbed onto the fountain aren´t you?”, Kira asked. They talked for a few minutes until Maria got cold: “Listen could we talk another time? I´m quite cold already and I don´t want to get sick.” “Yea of course”, Lucas said “So what are you up too now? Want to come with me to the Rooftop Party of a good friend of me?” “Yes of course we want to.” Kira said before Maria could say anything “Well you can go but I think I´ll go home.” Maria left the two and headed home.
My high school stories. I didn’t know it wasn’t my boyfriend who was eating my pussy, but some girl [FF]
When I was in high school my boyfriend once offered me to eat my pussy but without seeing or hearing anything from me. I was lying there with my legs spread, my eyes covered, and headphones playing nice music. I squirted into his mouth. It was awesome…
Two years later, after we broke up, he told me that other girl was giving me cunnilingus, and he was just standing there jerking off. When I came, this girl gave him a quick blow job and ran away. He was afraid to offer me threesome because he thought I would leave him thinking he was a pervert, even though I already had a ffm and mmf experience by that time. The funny thing is I didn’t tell him about it because I was afraid he would think I was a perv and would break up with me.
Damn…
Be careful what you wish for [Part 1] [MMF] [Cuckold]
NOTE: This is the first of many parts in what is intended to be a slow-burn and hopefully semi-realistic story. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave a comment. And if you have actual experience with cuckolding and you’d like to point out anything glaringly unrealistic, or make suggestions about how to move the plot along more compellingly, I’m all ears!
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Jeff was no slouch in bed. He knew how to use his hips, and he was great with his tongue, and besides that he just knew all the spots Sarah wanted to be kissed and nibbled and touched. Ten years of marriage had taught him what she was going to want before she wanted it, and if the sex was ever routine, it definitely never lacked chemistry. In short, Jeff always performed. And Sarah bragged about this to her friends.
Jeff knew, rationally, that he had no reason to be insecure. Sure his dick wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either, and with Sarah’s knees to her chest he could usually bottom out anyway. He didn’t last ridiculously long, but he lasted a solid 20 or 30 minutes if he paced himself, and by the end of that Sarah had always had her fill. The simple truth was that they had a good sex life. Sarah was satisfied.
[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 3
Thank you so much for your comments about the series. I pretend to make this a recurring series, and to slowly introduce some more extreme shit eating elements on this story. It will become a more humiliating and extreme femdom journey as Jarden becomes more and more submissive to Bia’s bottom.
PART 8: THE DEAL
I waited until the next day without eating anything in order to go to Bia’s home. She insisted that it would be better if I was very hungry before, and I couldn’t agree less.
I was scrolling through Instagram waiting for the time we agreed to meet up, which was 4pm. I really had a cold feeling when I saw her new Instagram feed picture. She was wearing a really short dress, and took the photo on front of her mirror, in the bedroom.
A Virgin at a College Party Goes Wild [F/M/M/M/M]
Olivia found herself in the library again, reading adventure books. She thought that college would be different from high school, but she was friendless and lacked fun. She enjoyed reading books, but she also wanted to try something new. It would be nice if she could meet someone who could show her fun.
Hank meandered in the library, pretending to be searching for a good novel to read, but he was looking for a virgin. That was his initiation task if he wanted the Master Prize, and he figured the library was the best place to find her.
He spotted a girl with tied brown hair and glasses in front of her green eyes. She’s the one, thought Hank.
“Hi. Sorry if I’m disturbing you,” he said. “I was fascinated by your look. You seem very interesting.”
Olivia blushed. She wasn’t used to compliments from young men or talking to them. “Thank you,” she said, smiling while lowering her gaze.
“Do you mind if I sit?”
“Please.”
“You new here?”
“This is my first year. You?”
“Me as well. What you reading there?” asked Hank.
Last at the Bar [MF] [consent] [420] [drinking] [ego melting] [dive bar] [spanking] [gentle femdom]
We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.
By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.
You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do.